OOC, taken from the Shadow!

[victormakesart]

A meme. Choose anything from the list, and leave a comment, and I'll write a drabble to go with it!

1. Playful!
2. Murderous!
3. Flailing!
4. Incarcerated!
5. Deviant!

Comments

[backnthesaddle]

...will you hit me if I go with wanker?

Otherwise, intoxicated or silent treatment would be awesome.

1/3

[victormakesart]

"...what did you call me?" Doc asks, voice approaching dangerous levels of calm, and she tilts her head to the side (well) birdishly. She straightens her coat.

The mugger repeats that word he used, the sort that rhymes with 'bag' and isn't very nice.

Surge is a bit busy comforting the woman who was going to be mugged, but she doesn't need much comforting, she's just rattling on about how cute Surge looks, and how she can tell even with the mask that he's a total fox. Surge (even with the mask) looks vaguely uncomfortable.

"I'd advise you not to say that," Doc says to the mugger, who is already neatly cuffed.

He says that word again, the sort that rhymes with 'hag' and isn't very nice.

He's the first criminal to end up on the steps of the police station in a frilly pink floral dress, but he probably won't be the last.

2/3

[victormakesart]

The TARDIS doesn't think to lock up her liquor cabinets around Victor, because Victor doesn't drink. Everyone knows Victor doesn't drink. Even blind mole aliens from the planet Mzorinia know that Victor doesn't drink.

Today, Victor drinks. She sets out wanting to take a shot for every stupid scar on her stupid body, but after two she's already feeling woozy, and like she left her stomach elsewhere.

By the time Billy finds her, she's drunk dialed her parents, and written a note from past-her to future-her saying that she hates all sorts of vodka and potatoes don't make good drinks.

Billy takes one look at her, and she bursts into tears, apologizing all over the place, apologizing like I'm-sorrys are flower petals and she's the flower girl at a wedding.

"Vic, it's fine. You're almost twenty-two, you're allowed."
"I'm bad, I'm bad. I'm doin' bad things. Don't you get it? How bad I am. You don't even know how bad

An alternate, less depressing 2/3. Really, with Vic, it could go either way.

[victormakesart]

Victor is one of the few people who takes 'experimenting' with alcohol quite literally.

She has a log book. She has graphs.

3/3

[victormakesart]

"Yorvingian space slugs haven't got ears. The fact that you won't talk to it anymore isn't much of a punishment," the Doctor points out, leaning his lanky self against a TARDIS's exterior. In part to stand between the TARDIS and the aforementioned Yorvingian space slug, which has left a slime trail five and a half feet wide, and is moving at the approximate speed of a sleepy sloth.

"I don't care, I'm never talking to it again. It ate my hat."

"But they don't--"

"It's the principle of the thing."